BLUES IS JUST A BAD DREAM
James Taylor

A tree grows in my backyard. It only grows at night.
It's branches they're all twisted and its leaves are afraid of light.

CHORUS: They say the blues is just a bad dream. They say it lives inside your head,
But when it's lonely in the morning, You're bound to wish that you were dead.

There's winds out on the ocean. They're blowing where they choose,
But them winds ain't got no emotion, And they don't know the blues.

My mind is rambling, rambling. It's just like some rolling stone.
Since that nightmare's come to stay, My thoughts just don't belong.